Picture depicts ruthlessness of poverty
Picture of Juma is telling his story. Just listen.
It makes me sad when I see young people looking old due to poverty.
Juma is much younger than he looks. When Juma was 4 years old, his father died. So he fell into the hands of a ruthless enviornment. He was raised by her grandmother who was widow. In his Childhood, he started working as a laboror. He used to fill rock trolleys in the mountains. If you look at the photo, his back is bent. Juma is my neighbor and I am known him since childhood. Juma was a handsome young man of six feet but poverty made his back crooked prematurely. Look at him. The picture is telling the story of Juma.
Respectable old women
Some great people have passed away in the world and some still alive but some people are great but are unknown to the world due to poverty. I am going to mention one of these anonymous great lady. Our neighbor "Meri Jindi" was living in extreme poverty with her husband about 45 years ago. I was very young at that time. "Meri Jindi" had two young children, a son and a daughter, but her husband died in a very young age. The husband of "Meri Jindi" used to graze the sheep of the village. After her husband's death, the life of "Meri Jindi" became more difficult. The children were raised by "Meri Jindi" in very difficult circumstances. Meri Jindi never got married although she was young at the time of her husband's death. She brought up her kids and got them married. "Meri Jindi" will be about 87 years old now but she still cleans the street and drains of the village daily without any compensation and keeps the drainage drain clean. She does this every morning.
What a great woman?
(Pic of Meri Jindi on the same street. Today she met me in the same street barefooted.)
The length of the street is about 250 meters and the drainage ditch is of the same length. This is a small job but to me is a big job. This little woman who is greatest woman to me, does it every day without any compensation.
What freaked me?
Today I been to car mechanic shop where I met Abdur Rahman who is a owner of the workshop. Abdul Rehman car mechanic said two interesting things today which really made me freaked;
1- He told me that I have a 13 years nephew with me and I am training him to work as a mechanic. He told me, actually he was staying in grade 5 but it shocked me when I found that he could not write even his name. So I decided that being car mechanic is much better than being an unemployed educated person.
2- Secondly, he told me about his accident and also showed wounds on his leg and arm. When I asked if he is treating the wounds, he said no, I apply brake oil on the wounds then he started putting break oil on his wounds.
It shocked me
I was on my way home this evening when I met about 88 -year-old man. His back was bent but he was still riding his bicycle. He told me that his name was Mato and when he was fourteen years old he came to Pakistan from Delhi during the Partition of India. He lived near Qutub Minar in Delhi. When I asked where do you live now? "I live in the place where the bomb went off," he said. I was saddened to hear how much peace there was in our country forty years ago, but when Dictator General Zia-ul-Haq came to power in 1977 by a Military coup and brought religion to the fore۔ Such a state sponsored terrorism began that it has not ended yet. Unfortunately now our places are identified by explosions.
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